I used to believe that I needed to make my faith so unshakeable that it would stand even when there was nothing left to hope for. Even if every promise had been broken, every desire withheld, and every ambition laid waste, I would still need to do what is right just because it is right.

Now, though, my feelings have shifted. From a pragmatic point of view, I’ve just never seen any good behavior come out of me when I am hopeless, nor have I ever heard of anyone else living a morally fulfilling life while totally devoid of hope. Hope is a virtue, after all, so it is wrong to assume that I could fill the full measure of my life without it.

What matters, I think, is what that hope is in. I need a hope in something that is transcendent, something for which there is no earthly possibility of failure, something that isn’t terrestrial. My original thoughts that I needed to have faith even without hope came about because terrestrial hopes were just about the only hopes I ever had, so surrendering those felt like surrendering hope entirely.

Even my hopes for good things like to improve my marriage, or to have my children secure in their faith, or to be secure against the storms of the world, are terrestrial hopes that will let me down sooner or later. They are terrestrial because they are based on other mortal people and resources. My marriage, my family, and my earthly foundation can all betray me, and at one point or another each will let me down.

I need to have a hope that remains even if my marriage fails, even if my children go astray, and even if my preparations fall short. I need to have hope in something that is now and forever assured, something greater than anything in this world so that nothing in this world can tarnish it. I need to have hope in the divine, in a Savior, in a redemption that has already and forever been won. A true and abiding hope in these, and these alone, will see me through every trial and tribulation.